“Hey babe, it’s just me.”
Did Wes call that one or not? The sound of his boyfriend’s voice made the dog’s ears perk up and she barked, excited. Wes put a hand on her head to quiet her, but it didn’t work.
“I’m sorry we got cut off earlier. You know how it goes.”
Cut off, my ass. Wes clenched his hand in the dog’s fur. Roger had hung up on him. The bright voice on the machine seemed ignorant of that little fact. “Just call me back when you get this, okay? I’m not getting out of here until we close after all. Call me back.”
It was that same voice, sober for once, carefree and so damn nice, that made Wes pick up the phone and dial half the numbers to the music store before he realized he had been going to call Nathan. He hung up and dug the napkin out of his back pocket, smoothed it o
